[He does not say anything-not anymore. For a while there is simply silent trembling against the arachne's form, breathless tears staining his clothes. Eventually though, he stops moving altogether-eyes closed, body limp...
Sleep, as it seems, has claimed him at last, and he slumps against the other's form.]
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Date: 2016-02-14 10:34 am (UTC)Sleep, as it seems, has claimed him at last, and he slumps against the other's form.]